I have passport

Hello, Internet. I don't have a passport but I'm otp (on the phone) with my best friend, Nolan. I fucking love him like an older brother. I feel a bit sad and mad at myself because I tested positive for my drug test. The only positive was the THC. Have I taken any this past week? Yes. Should I get mad? No. But am I? Fuck YES. However, this does make me want change and a good change. It was for a job and the benefits are so good. But I fucking failed it, oh well. I applied for other jobs and will call them tomorrow, like a fucking human being. Wanna know how I'll combat my sadness? Getting high again :D. Now I KNOW somebody ass is like "this fucking bitch. Just STOP FUCKING EATING EDIBLES". Yes and no. Yes so I can get a better and good job. No, because I want to indulge this high like a lactose intolerant man for ice cream. If I gotta go shit out the ice cream, I'll shit out the ice cream. Then again, I'm not making a big deal of it cause there's always another job. Someone'll need to pay their worker $10 for doing... anything. This is me ranting, I don't need mothers and fathers to parent my adolescent ass. I'll be fine and in five years I'll probably be laughing at this exact post. Goddamn this feels like a fever dream and I haven't gotten high yet. YET ;). I'll probably come back when my ass is finished!!